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I got my smile from the sunshine,I got my tears from the rain.I learned to dance when I saw a tiger prance,And a peacock taught me to be vain.A little owl in a tree so high,He taught me how to wink my eye.I learned to bill and coo from a turtledove,And a grizzly bear taught me how to hug.But the guy that lived two caves from me,He taught me how to love.

"In those days I, Daniel, was mourning three full weeks. I ate no pleasant food, no meat or wine came into my mouth, nor did I anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled." Daniel 10:2-3

I got my smile from the sunshine,I got my tears from the rain.I learned to dance when I saw a tiger prance,And a peacock taught me to be vain.A little owl in a tree so high,He taught me how to wink my eye.I learned to bill and coo from a turtledove,And a grizzly bear taught me how to hug.But the guy that lived two caves from me,He taught me how to love.

Detached.
My Grandma on the other side of my family is probably going to pass away today. That's what the hospice nurses implied. I want to check in emotionally, but I don't know how anymore. I don't let people see it anymore, and it makes me feel as though I'm momentarily broken and everyone who is checked in can see that about me, specifically in times like these.

I need my ENFJ.

Hang on traveling woman - Don't sacrifice your plan
Cause it will come back to you - Before you lose it on the man

“Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I’m here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble it’s caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba…”